And holy shit, does he deliver!
I barely have time to lube a finger and shove it in my ass just to make sure we’re good to go before Liam’s hand is on the back of my neck, hauling my mouth to his.
“I fucking love you,” he starts, “but I’m about to rail you so hard the line between love and hate is going to get a little blurry for a second. Tell me you’re ready.”
I think he just broke my brain.
“Damon!” he growls, barely hanging on.
Nodding frantically, I answer him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready. Just…go in slowly, but you can speed up after that.”
Liam spins me so my back is to him, and he presses a hand between my shoulder blades, making me bend forward. “Spread yourself for me,” he commands, andJesus, I like it.
Doing as he asks, I place my hands on my ass cheeks and pull them apart.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans. I’m expecting to feel the head of his cock at my entrance, but instead, his gel-coated fingers are at my hole, rimming me before diving inside. His fingers are thinner than his cock, but I tense at the intrusion anyway and bear down. “Oh, fuck yes, baby. Strangle me.” He only pumps his fingers twice before letting a desperate moan slip free. “D, I can’t wait any longer.”
And he doesn’t. Pulling his fingers from my body, he replaces them with his cock and slams home.
“Ah!” I cry, rocking forward, throwing a hand against the shower wall.
Liam has a death grip on my hips, and his balls are slapping against my wet skin as though they were given an order to punch right through me.
“D, this isn’t going to take long. Come with me.”
With one hand still braced on the wall and the other around my shaft, I jack myself off while Liam pounds into me. Shockingly, I beat him to the finish line.
“Oh, fuck, Li. Shit…I’m…ugh…ugh…ugh.” I finish the sentence in a series of grunts as I paint the floor of the shower white.
It’s only another few thrusts before I feel Liam’s cockhead swell inside me, followed by that warm release as he bends over me and wraps his arm around my torso so he can drive in deeper.
“You. Are. Fucking. Mine,” he grunts in time with each pulse of his cock.
Yeah, possessive Liam is my favorite.
Sated and spent, he peppers kisses along my spine in the now-lukewarm water.
“You want to order pizza?” I ask, knowing my man needs to replenish all the calories he just spent before he gets cranky.
“God, yes,” he says, straightening up.
“Why don’t you go order while I finish up in here?” Giving him a shy smile, I point out, “My mess requires a little more cleanup than yours.”
Stepping out of the shower, Liam throws me a grin. “About that. Don’t think you’re going to be the only one taking it all the time. I want the full experience too, you know.”
My eyes bug out of my head.
Is Liam saying what I think he’s saying?
Either I said that out loud, or he can read me better than ever because he laughs and says, “I take it you like the idea of fucking me in the ass?”
I shake my head. “Jesus Christ, you really have a way with words, you know that?”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He nods toward my cock. “Well, that and the fact you’re already half hard again.”
Chuckling, I throw my washcloth at him.
“Go order the damn pizza before I drag you back in here and give you your first lesson on taking dick.”
